the tangent of wishful thinking
Eh. Classes, well specifically my homeworks, have been rough. I just simply have not had a break. Today was the prime example of no free time. Although I was able to go to the Ash Wednesday service at Squires. So that was relaxing.
This weekend I will spend at home. But this time it will be with Abigail. Perhaps I’ll take her around to one of the Drowsy Poets for a supreme chai latté. Most likely, the weekend will include a trip to the Starbucks (the *only* Starbucks) since we get no such pleasure around these parts. I do know we’ll stop by the Livewire on Saturday for some good ole’ timey funs. Yay for this weekend.
I need to think of something to ‘give up’ for Lent. I’ve been suggested to not focus on a vice, per se, but rather lay aside something that I truly enjoy. Both playing fields haven’t brought many ideas to mind. I’m not implying I’m a model human being or something, but I just haven’t had an idea yet that really made me want to challenge myself with it. I’ll think of something true and personal soon… I’m sure.
Somehow, I’m finding myself being fond of the 80s. And I really don’t know how to explain it. All of a sudden, just today, I was like ‘I really think the 80s are cool.’ So perhaps I’ll try to revive some 80s fashions like…jeans…and…t-shirts. More details on the clothes line later. And if worse comes to wurst, then I can just fall back on my glorious love for the 50s. “Oh Ralph!…”
Well, I have work to do and no time to continue my blabberous tomfoolery. Blabber-or-ious-ness. I think I’ll go write a book. A kid’s book.